Around 2am on 1.10.22 | Light snow, -7°F
After getting back from their long journey, the Vuesain was tired, and his bones seemed to ache as the cold bore through them. Retreating to the warmth of the pack den, Lynx was content to stay in here for days on end to try to warm the cold that had seeped into him from their journey. He never wanted to travel through the mountains again, not in snow like this. No, he was content to stay home until spring came and melted everything away. Curling up on some furs, the boy tried to close his seafoam gaze and surrender himself to sleep. Though sleep came, it was restless as his mind would not shut off.